“Silver Cove. Brady has them. We’re going down on the midnight. I brought your boat back and thought I’d stop a minute and say good-by.”
“Are you going away?” cried Harry.
“Yes, I must go now,” was the answer.
“I’m so sorry,” said Harry. “And I want to thank you a thousand times for your present and the poem you wrote for me. I think it’s perfectly beautiful, Mr. Noon.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” answered Billy, looking pleased.
“Are you going away to-night?” asked Chub.
“Yes, we’re taking the midnight train for New York.”
“Oh, there’s some one with you?”
“Yes,” answered Billy, with a slight smile, “I have four others with me now.” Chub frowned, while Dick and Roy and Harry looked perplexed. The atmosphere of mystery grew heavier every moment.
“Are they all—book agents?” faltered Harry. Mr. Cole broke into a laugh.